[And Yukiko's bird, by contrast, speeds up. It refuses to be number two. This is it's home turf, bro! Don't disrespect him bro!
The finish line is coming up, just a few feet ahead, and it comes down to what amounts to a photo finish as they both thunder across the line with heartbeats at most between them.
[She agrees, slowly bringing her chocobo down to an easy trot and sliding off the bird's back. Rolling her fingers along it's sides, brushing off some of the lather that's begun forming at it's side...]
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Mohammed shuts his mouth and waits for it to be over.]
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The finish line is coming up, just a few feet ahead, and it comes down to what amounts to a photo finish as they both thunder across the line with heartbeats at most between them.
And no camera to call it.]
Weeee! I looks like a tie!
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It looks like. [That was fun, though.] I think we can call it a match?
[He wants to ride again, but after a week-long break.]
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[She agrees, slowly bringing her chocobo down to an easy trot and sliding off the bird's back. Rolling her fingers along it's sides, brushing off some of the lather that's begun forming at it's side...]
They need a break. That was a good race.